September 2009
1 post
Flip Flops on Cement
I’m lost. In a dream.
It’s hot. So hot.
Flipflops, sticking to cement as I try to run.
I’m lost. In a box.
It’s close. So close.
Caged in glass with no handles to release me.
I see everything I want through the glass.
I try to run with all my might to get there.
But everything moves slowly
Like when you are six feet deep in water and the light shines
At the top of the pool
But your...